May 3, Friday
"Bukas na lang ulit?" tanong ni Moren.
Why does it feel like it is ending when I'm going to see her the next fucking day? Ayokong matapos ang araw kahit pa bukas nandiyan lang siya.
"Dalhin mo 'yung gitara mo. Jam tayo bukas nila Ace. Walang klase."
"Ikaw magbibitbit? Ang hirap mag-drive na may dalang gitara," she said.
"I'll drop by tomorrow here. Agahan mo ang gising."
"Huwag mo 'ko utusan," she said to my face. "Papasok na ako sa loob. Kapag ako pinagalitan, kasalanan mo."
Hinintay ko siyang makapasok sa loob. I heard Tito scolded her for going home late. I stayed outside their fence till her curtains moved. Sumilip siya sa bintana ng kuwarto niya.
"Pinagalitan ka?" I asked without voice.
Nakanguso siyang tumango. "Good luck," aniya sa akin na wala ring boses. As if my Mom would care.
I walked away from their house, smiling while remembering what happened today. She kissed me on the cheek. In so much happiness after winning the game earlier, she kissed me. And I never felt this crazy before.
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Eight Words Love Story
RomanceOne of the boys, Alfredalae Moren Zamora, stands as an image of a beautiful lady with a heart of a man: tough, resilient, and brave-just like her father, whom she's living with alone. After her sister died of cancer and her mother left for another f...
